what business have you? — charlie quigley. curly-haired cherub. i used to magic sweeties from your ears. do your remember? — what do you want? — your mumma has taken something that isn’t her’s. — she’s no thief. — no, she’s the worst kind. she’s a people thief. sees someone she has need of, snaffles them away, never to return. where’s she taken emily? — mumma doesn’t know or care where emily lacey is. — when did your mother ever let a dog lie? she feeds on vengeance like maggots on a corpse.
so… yay. if you’d like to see a similar edit with the beginning of this episode where we also get another peek, then just let me know. it’ll give me something to do while i finish up my longer emison edit with pure imagination.
note: the ending is emison at me... maybe marlene finally got me. emison: damn look at them titties edit song: the hills (andrew luce remix) - the weeknd it looks pretty good in hdee.
So, I hardly ever make my own posts on tumblr, and I never done this kind of post before, But I want to show the new headcanons I came up with after we were introduced to Emily, Lena’s adorable and really cool looking girlfriend.
Also, just to make things clear, while fanon can’t undo canon, anyone is allowed their headcanons, we can ship who ever we want, it doesn’t matter if one of the characters is in a relationship, as long as we respect canon.
Now, back to the main point here. Emily is adorable, I don’t want to see her separated from Tracer, but I’m also a hardcore Widowtracer shipper, and that’s not going to stop just like that, so what’s the only logical step, ship all 3 of them together! So here are my first headcanons of widowtracily:
Lena Emily are already together for a while now, and Emily starts noticing how Lena acting weird after some missions.
Tracer has found out about Widowmaker’s reconditioning during a raid on a Talon base. She knows now what happened to Amelie.
The file she found didn’t have a lot of information, but it did say that the experiment wasn’t perfected.
Now Tracer has been trying to revert what was done to Widowmaker. But has been keeping it a secret.
Emily finds out pretty fast.
Lena panics when Emily confronts her about it.
They talk it out, Lena explains everything the best she can. Emily understands it, but isn’t very happy that Lena is on this by herself.
With a few connections and help from a unsuspected Winston Emily helps Tracer find somethings on Widowmaker.
Tracer keeps trying to reach Amelie for the next few months, and it seems to be helping.
After months of trying, Tracer is saved from talon agents by Widowmaker during their fight.
Tracer doesn’t understand what just happened.
Widow leaves, literally taking Tracer with her.
They’re on the run from Talon (and Overwatch, but that’s just Widow) for a while.
The two get really close, but Lena still misses Emily a lot. But something in her is also pulling her to Amelie.
After a while, Widow confirms that Amelie Lacroix isn’t her true self, that Amelie died together with her husband, and the one here will give them closure. No matter what.
A whole bunch of stuff happens. Overwatch decides to give Widowmaker the benefit of the doubt.
During their time together they form a bond, there’s n attraction there, that at some point they start getting intimate with each other. Lena tells herself that’s Widowmaker’s reconditioning wearing off and she’s just resetting her emotions, there’s noting deeper there. Until they share a kiss after the big battle to prove Widow is on their side to Overwatch.
Lena’s realizes what’s happening and she’s freaking out. She definitely has feelings for Amelie, but she still loves Emily, she’s sure of that.
Widow is surprised with how upset she feels after Lena leaves in a rush.
Lena actually talks with Emily after the kiss, and she’s terrified of her reaction.
Emily listens to it all and asks to talk with Widowmaker.
Tracer’s heart stops for a few seconds.
After the shock passes, she accepts. Lena brings Amelie with her the next day.
They talk, they don’t really have a lot in common, except for the focus of their affections. Lena is sweating bullets the whole afternoon.
Lena and Amelie are taken by surprise when Emily makes the proposal.
Lena’s heart stops again, but to her surprise, Amelie accepts. With both women starring at her she has no choice.
The 3 are now in a relationship together.
Tracer has no idea what just happened.
Things are kinda weird in the beginning, Emily learning to adapt to Amelie, and Amelie not really paying her a lot of attention.
It takes a while for Emily to gain Amelie’s interest. After a serious problem with Talon when they found Widow, that was solved by a great idea from Emily Amelie truly starts respecting her.
After a while they’re comfortable enough that it can be seen, they’re not just each in a relationship with Lena, they’re all in this together.
Between Emily and Amelie, Lena doesn’t stand a chance. If they’re both on the same side in an argument against Lena she will most certainly lose.
Amelie and Emily take turns cooking. Lena isn’t allowed to cook anything other than fish and chips.
Widow is much more physical than both Emily and Lena, always a small touch here. a quick peck there, stuff like that. Lena is very okay
with that, but Emily gets really embarrassed, she never expected that from Widow.
They’re truly in love with each other. They share something special. Tracer feels that both of her girlfriends are just as much of an anchor to the present as her Chronal ccelerator. Amelie has finally put her past behind, the other Amelie can finally rest together with Gerard, she has a new family now and she loves them just as much. Emily is so happy to see this two women, that suffered so much being truly happy, and she’s part of the reason why, she thinks she’s the luckiest girl in the world.
And, just as promised, here is the first chapter of the new series! The summary goes as such:
When a bill is passed into law requiring a Director of Wellness to be hired for every department and important team in government across the country, SSA Aaron Hotchner’s boss lays down the law, demanding he finally hire for the position someone who is capable of providing civilian aspects of life to his stressed-out team that they desperately seek.
Hotcher’s issue? The hired caretaker’s job doesn’t stop at sexual needs.
Will the team be able to cope with her presence, while also understanding that, while physical intimacy does fall under her umbrella of things to take care of, sex isn’t mandatory?
And when their controversial Wellness Director goes missing, will they be able to put aside their differences and find her before its too late?
(This series was inspired by a story I read on AO3 entitled Red Lights by JamesJohnEye. The story can be found here.)
“What do you mean mandatory?” Aaron Hotchner glares at Strauss.
“I mean…you can no longer skirt the issue of having a Director of Wellness on the team,” she fires back, taking a step forward and planting her hands on Hotch’s desk.
“I am not hiring a legal prostitute to assist this team,” he lowers his voice, growling at his superior with the force of a sun.
“She provides more than sexual services, and you know it,” Strauss fires back between clenched teeth.
Erin Strauss had been at the forefront of the bill that was passed into law a couple of years ago. The law essentially states that a Director of Wellness was to be hired to each police station, fire station, and important government team in the nation. The only stipulation was that the woman, or man, hired was to have training, certificates, or a degree within the required field that they would be assisting.
The qualifications of the job were broad: this person was to assist in everything the team might need to help them focus and do their job better…everything from a last-minute babysitter to a personal chef to, you guessed it, a person to be physically intimate with.
The first two years had provided such uplifting and shockingly positive results that they mandated the law for each and every law enforcement station and team, requiring them to have one under their employ by the middle of the coming calendar year.
Meaning? Hotch now had to hire someone for the position.
“I already have some resumes for you to look over,” Strauss says, slapping five folders down on his desk as she rears upright and smiles.
“I take it their all your type,” Hotch says as he leans back in his chair, opening the folder and scanning the documents inside.
“Oh, I don’t plan on ever using this person sexually. But as someone to talk to? Possibly.”
And with that, she was gone…leaving Hotch with five folders and a mandatory position he wasn’t keen to fill.
Straightening your blouse one more time before taking a deep breath, you step off of the elevator and into an open area, what people usually referenced as a “bull-pen.”
With your head held high, you climb the steps towards the office that you had been beckoned to, raising your hand to knock on the door and trying to not stare at the multiple pairs of eyes situated on your figure as you crossed the room.
Climbing the stairs, you take in one more deep breath through your nose before raising your hand to knock.
“Come in,” you hear a gruff voice call out.
Coming in and shutting the door, you make your way over to the chair in the middle of the room.
“Sit,” the man commands.
A bit wound up, aren’t we?
Sitting down, back straight, legs crossed at the ankles, fingers interlocked in your lap, your eyes drill a hole into the man’s tilted head before he lifts his gaze to you.
“Describe to me the position I’m hiring you for,” he asks.
Pausing a beat before realizing he’s serious, you take a deep breath.
“You are hiring me to be the Director of Wellness, sir,” you say.
“And what does the ‘Director of Wellness’ do?” he says, lifting his gaze permanently to you.
You took offense to his air quotes.
“The “Director of Wellness,’…sir…is someone who is available…all day and every night…to tend to the needs of the team that employs her.”
His eyes narrowed before continuing.
“The team that employs her?” he asks.
“Yes, sir. I am not employed by you, or by your superiors. I am employed by the team. I say ‘yes’ to what they need, and act without a moment’s hesitation,” you respond.
“Sexually, you mean?” he attempts to clarify.
“No,” you bite.
“No,” you repeat.
A long pause of silence before…
“Well, what else do you offer?” he asks.
“Besides counseling services, I provide anything and everything a team like this might need on a day-to-day basis. For example, say Miss Jareau’s babysitter gets sick, and Will is at work. She calls me to come watch her child, and I’m there.”
As Hotch’s eyebrows raise, you uncross your ankles and lean back into the chair.
“I did my research, unlike you…sir.”
You couldn’t help but smirk.
“So you’re a glorified babysitter,” he states.
“And a glorified doctor, and a glorified cook, and a glorified caretaker, and a glorified counselor, and a glorified physical trainer, and a glorified DD, and a glorified friend…”
And as you lean forward, your bosom prominent as you dip your gaze towards Hotch, you find him leaning forward ever so lightly so he can hear the next words whispered from your lips.
“Everyone, I want to introduce you to our new Director of Wellness, Miss Y/F/N Y/L/N.”
As everyone’s heads turn to look up towards the balcony, you hear a whistle come from afar, your eyes dancing around as they land on a chocolate-skinned man standing next to a gangly-looking sea urchin, whose jaw was swinging against the floor.
“It’s about time!” the dark one exclaims.
Watching as the people in the bullpen shake their heads and snicker, you watch as an older gentleman approaches your side, a sly smile on his face as he takes your hand within his, bringing it slowly to his lips and kissing the back of your hand.
“Hello. I’m David Rossi,” he introduces.
“Nice to meet you,” you say, smiling back as you bow lightly in his general direction.
“Her office!…” Hotch interrupts, “…will be right under mine. She has some office hours as well as other things that she will discuss.”
“Miss Y/L/N,” he ushers, his hand ushering outward as he turns back out towards the team.
“Hello,” you say, waving lightly, “I’m Y/F/N, and my office hours are pretty regular compared to yours. I’ll come in around 7:30 and leave around 5:30, and I am available at all hours of the night for anything that may arise that you might need assistance with.”
“I’m sure she is,” Prentiss mumbles into J.J.’s ear.
“Anything from needing a ride to an emergency room to a last minute babysitter, to a running partner to someone to cook with…or for…or to have someone cook for food for you. Whatever you need, I am there for, no questions asked.”
As you watch the confusion slowly waft across their faces, you find yourself chuckling as you shake your head lightly.
“Yes, stereo-typically, my position has been directly related to sex, and other sexual proclivities. And while that is open and on the table as part of my job description…and feel free to explore the option, as I knew it helps reduce stress in, and out, of the field…I am also many other things, including a friend…if you need one.”
“Huh,” Spencer says, eyeing Morgan out of the corner of his eye, “told ya.”
“Can it, pretty boy,” Morgan mutters, taking out his wallet and slapping a $20 in his hand.
“And at any point in time during the day, if you want to talk about something, schedule something, or rant about something, feel free to knock on the door and come on in,” you finish.
Turning towards Hotch, his eyes glaringly hooked onto you, he lets out the breath he was apparently holding as he turns toward a shy intern running up the steps.
“Here are your credentials,” Hotch says, passing you a badge and a leather-bound FBI ID.
“That was fast,” you say, your brow furrowed as you look back up at him from the objects in your hand.
“I had to hire someone. You were the last folder in my pile,” he says, turning around and walking back into his office.
Snickering lightly as you gaze down upon the credentials in your hand, you pull your lips taut as you shake your head lightly, hearing the team go back about their daily duties as your feet absent-mindlessly draw your body towards the steps.
“Welcome to the team,” you mutter to yourself, taking a deep breath and slowly beginning your descent down the stairs.
“Boss-man not a fan, huh?” a woman’s voice finally interjects.
Breathing deeply as your swollen face slumps over, you slowly bring your sore neck up to an even level as you try to open your tired eyes.
“At first,” you snicker, resulting in a crack across your face.
“Disgusting little wench,” the woman mutters, wiping her hand off on her pant-leg as she sits down in a chair in front of you.
Swallowing hard to suppress a painful groan, your heavy tongue darts out to lick your dried, chapped lips as you attempt to pull your wrists once again from the binding ties.
“Don’t worry,” the woman coos as she watches you struggle against the chair restraints, “you’ll get used to them.”
And as you clench your jaw tight, trying to keep your tears at bay so as to not give her the satisfaction, you bend your chin down against your heaving, bruised chest as your mind begins to whirl with endless thoughts and tremor-inducing ideas.
The woman wanted to know about your sexual escapades with the team. She wanted to know all of their filthy, dirty secrets.
But you weren’t going to give her the satisfaction.
Your were going to employ the tricks Emily had taught you over and over again.
A lot of people are asking about what the key on Wynonna’s necklace unlocks so heres my take
Wynonna lived in Greece for a couple years and this necklace reflects that.
The word on the key is Αθήναwhich translates to Athena. Now I’m sure most of you know Athena is the Greek goddess of wisdom and war. I think this is most likely a key that does not unlock anything literal but has more of personal connection to Wynonna.
The other important part of the necklace is the Mati. The little blue eyes called Mati are symbols in Greek culture meant to ward off “The Evil Eye”, a curse set on someone by giving them a malevolent glare while they are unaware. With the Earp family’s history with curses you can bet Wynonna is taking every precaution against them in the future.